Sad Modern Lover

It’s sad to be a lover today.
Our letters are mails,
Our calls, texts.

I wish I loved you back when
letters were the real deal.
I’d keep all of them safe, and
wouldn’t fear them getting ‘deleted’.

I would’ve smelt them,
for your beautiful hands would’ve touched them.
I would’ve traced each word with my fingers,
for your heart must have whispered each phrase.
I would’ve kissed them, thinking I’ve kissed you,
for you must have spoken the words out loud.

And I would’ve held them close,
thinking I’ve embraced a part of you.

It’s sad to be a lover today.

I Don’t Miss You

If you’d ask me whether I miss you,

I’d say I don’t.

But just sometimes, when I’m looking at the setting sun,

My eyes well up —

And my heart aches for your presence beside me.

But, no, I don’t miss you all the time.

I’m being honest.

Just sometimes when I’m ready to run away from everything

I think of your arms, that I’d want to call home.

But I really don’t miss you,

For life’s busy and life’s fast.

Just sometimes, when time is flying by —

            I close my eyes and hope to see you smile.